Forever Young
KC

Disclaimer: Anne Rice own the vamps, not me, I make no money off of this.

Warning: Drug use, homosexual love

Spoilers: TVA?

Other Info: Man, the Lestat/Louis vignettes are easy. The Armand/Daniel ones are...strange. But this was still fun to write.

"Forever Young"

Performed by Temperance

Forever young .

I want to be forever young.

Do you really want to live forever,

forever and ever?

The lights were flashing on and off intermittently, pinks, blues, reds, purples, greens, over and over as lasers flickered along the wall, providing the only light in the dark club. Smoke poured down around the floor, obscuring the tiles as the dancers twisted and swayed to the loud music, their hearts beating in sync with the pounding music that rendered all communication impossible.

Armand sat in the back of the club near the bar, away from the writhing bodies and heat and narcotic clouds that would cause hallucinations the moment one stepped in the haze. He had a irritated look on his face, as if he didn't really want to be here. He looked over the crowd, trying to see through the lasers and strobes, but he couldn't see his fledgling anywhere. With an exasperated sigh he stared at his watch and groaned loudly. They'd been there for more than three hours!

Without much to do, he looked over at the bartender. "Madeira," he yelled impatiently.

The bartender almost laughed out loud. "You got some ID, kid?"

Armand narrowed his eyes in rage, and for a moment the bartender was only a thought away from being engulfed by flaming alcohol, but instead Armand pulled out his wallet and flashed his driver's license. He had officially been born twenty six years ago. He smirked at the bartender, whose eyes widened when he read the name.

"Sorry, sir," he said quickly, preparing a bottle and glass of Madeira as fast as he humanly could. "I had no idea."

Armand just rolled his eyes and took the glass. It was public knowledge that he suffered from an aging disorder, which had stopped his aging at sixteen. Lestat teased him unmercifully about it, but at least it kept all the mortals from discriminating against him. He especially hated that damn curfew Miami had for its teenage population.

He inhaled the fragrance coming from the wine, and his lips barely twitched into a smile for a second. The wine brought back such pretty memories. Canvases and paints and beautiful music...a magnificent palazzo...and wonderful nights under the stars with his master and his friends. A high-pitched synthesizer note broke his concentration and brought him back to the present.

"From the Renaissance to the Gothic," he whispered to himself. This era was bathed in darkness, searching for the light. So tragically sad. So beautifully redeeming.

"Hey, boss!"

Armand looked up Daniel as he ran up out of the dance floor and took the stool beside him. His hair was matted with his blood, sweated out as his body tried to expel the drugged blood he'd gulped down while he raved. His clothes smelled of marijuana and his eyes were dilated to less than pin points.

"Why aren't you dancing, boss?" Daniel asked, barely noticing the wine.

"Are you ready to go home now?" Armand relied.

Daniel smirked, his mind clear despite the wild hallucinations he was experiencing even as he spoke. "Hungry?"

Armand nodded faintly.

Daniel tore his shirt down the middle a few inches, leaving his throat bare, and leaned close. Armand smiled and put his arms around his fledgling, one hand cradling his head while the other trapped him around the waist. He pushed Daniel's head back and bit down into the soft skin, hiding the actual pierce from prying mortal eyes. Blood rushed down into his throat and raced through his system, filling him up. He smiled, enjoying the liquid warmth, better than any Madeira, then stiffened and all but threw Daniel from him. Daniel leaned against the bar and watched his maker in amusement, grinning.

Armand wrapped his arms around himself, groaning as his heartbeat roared in his ears. The lights multiplied a thousand times, shining like neon stars in the darkness, and the floor tilted beneath him. He cried out in fear, believing he was falling, and eagerly took Daniel's offered hand, clinging to him. Daniel didn't laugh, knowing that would only hurt Armand's feelings.

"I guess you aren't used to the drugs," Daniel smirked. He helped Armand off the stool and guided him through the dance floor, taking him past the crowd and past the band. "Do you want to leave?"

Armand nodded vaguely, leaning against Daniel for support.

"Don't you want to dance?" Danny asked mischievously, stalling before they came to the door. "Join in the celebration of life and youth?"

"Celebration?" Armand laughed bitterly. "They celebrate youth?"

"Drugs, dancing, music, wild bursts of energy," Daniel laughed. "They want to be young forever, they're celebrating it before it's over!"

Armand peered up at him through his lashes, his soft brown eyes heating Daniel's blood. "Some childhood's are not to be celebrated," he said deliberately, struggling to form the words clearly. "Some of us didn't want to be forever young."

Daniel's smile softened in understanding, and he swept Armand up into his arms, allowing him to rest his head on his fledgling's shoulder. "I shouldn't have to drug you to hold you."

"Do you really want to live forever?" Armand whispered.

"With you," Daniel said back, carrying him to the limousine. He lay Armand down on the seat so he could hold his head in his lap. "It's the only way to live."